If you don't like creative writing, Stop NOw! Welcome to my blog, about spiders and snails and puppy dog tails. I am a true gypsy at heart, stuck in a small superstitious town. This is my native tongue. It's not urgent!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Hello
It was a Friday afternoon and the sky looked darker than she could ever remember. To the west was a sunbeam breaking through pale grey clouds.
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